Dreaming of Shirts

The other day, I had a strange Tally Hall-related dream. In said dream, I was chasing/stalking Mr. Rob Cantor, and I had no clue why. He didn’t seem to know that I was following him. He entered a large, high-ceilinged department store with many shirts in it, the kind that they all wear. I suddenly understood. I’ve been searching for a white, button down shirt like that for weeks, only to find that they weren’t the right type, they were light blue or striped or something. Apparently, I had followed Rob into the store to see where they got their shirts. To my dissapointment, not one of the shirts in the entire store was just plain white, no matter how hard I searched and followed Rob to see where he was getting his.